a delicate rhythm 3

Family threads

assemble and dissemble

reveal and hide

holding, piecing and joining

connecting and slipping away..

My mother was dying. I was stitching.

The two processes connected and layered together:

a delicate rhythm

I continue stitching, interpreting, defining

and the work emerges..

The pieces I am showing are from the fragments made by piecing fabrics and papers with reflections on the making and grieving process – some were stitched to the original hexagons of Liberty fabric, others were made from papers, wrapped wire, using stitch, dyes, wax. The above is in tea dyed tissue papers.

This fragment has the original hexagons stitched by my mother and I have written on lawn and pieced these in – echoing the tradition of paper piecing